Marc’s gaze flitted to the door and they locked gazes. Even from outside, Aiden saw the blush spread across Marc’s face, the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.
“Um, you need anything from the kitchen?” he asked, his voice husky.
Sam chuckled. “No, but I’ll have mercy on you. Ask them if we have enough ketchup and mustard.”
Aiden didn’t need to be told twice. He walked inside, careful to not let the door bang behind him. The air conditioning inside the small cottage proved a welcome reprieve from the heat.
He cleared his throat. Graham offered him a smile, but Marc blushed again, his eyes falling to Aiden’s lips.
God, he was sexy as fuck.
“Yes?” Graham asked. “Did you need something?”
And Aiden’s mind went blank. Oh, God, he felt like an idiot. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.What was he supposed to ask? “Ketchup?” he blurted.
Marc tilted his head, arching an eyebrow.
“Ketchup? Sam needs ketchup? People aren’t even here yet. That doesn’t—”